So today, my boss asked me if I would do a speech at the statehouse for the legislature hoopdie thingy about mental illness and hope. A lot of it will be about my personal experience, but I was thinking that usually when you're diagnosed the following thought isn't usually one of great hope, but if you don't grasp on to some along the way it seems you stand to be a little lost. So I want to say that I think that hope is not necessarily the absence of fear but rather the presence of love and faith and strength. Which I think many of us have in abundance. Just wondering what does it mean to you?
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